Shannan is a not-so-large county-level city. It is backed by Changyunfeng, which has an altitude of over 1,000 meters. Its natural resources and tourism resources are good. After vigorously developing ecological industries and tourism, the income level has risen sharply and urban infrastructure has also been raised.

These earth-shaking changes occurred about the twenty years after Song Yingying's death, so for Song Yingying, Shannan now made her extremely unfamiliar. She made a lot of psychological preparations, but when she was preparing, she forgot that time flies. Instead, she recalled her hometown in her memory in the process, and she became more and more deeply remembered her hometown in the past. Now when she saw the completely different Shannan, Song Yingying couldn't help but feel a sense of incongruity.

Shannan and Yaocheng are close to each other, and the customs and people are quite different. There are no obstacles for the two people speaking dialects to each other. With the development of the economy, the top is a unified plan. The two places are paved with stone bricks and long signs with uniform specifications along the streets, not to mention the national chain of ramen, wontons, and spicy hot pot.

Song Yingying looked at the view outside the car window, and for a moment, she felt that she was still in Yaocheng.

That sense of incongruity is even stronger.

Song Yingying hesitated. When it was time to get off the bus, Li Yun pulled her without a trace before coming back to her senses and followed Li Yun silently.

"What's wrong?" Li Yun asked in a low voice.

Song Yingying shook her head and smiled bitterly.

She was so young when she died, and she was still a rebellious girl. After her death, after so many years, she saw a lot of human nature in the hospital. Her mind was already mature, but her personality was still in the girlhood and she was a little willful.

If she doesn't go home, she may be able to continue to be willful. Yoon Se-kang and other ghosts in the Third Court treat her like elders, making her worry-free. As a ghost, she does not need to grow up, become an adult like an ordinary person, and assume personal and family responsibilities.

The city of Yaocheng, no matter how fast it develops or becomes different, she is just a traveler there. The Third Hospital is her new home, but the Third Hospital is a hospital. The hospital is expanded and the equipment is updated. Doctors and nurses come and leave. The "ownership" of people and things belongs to an inhuman "organization". Song Yingying did not work in the Third Hospital for most of her life like Yin Shikang, and after her death, she protected her for decades. She could not have a sense of ownership of the Third Hospital.

Only when she returned to Shannan did she feel a strange feeling.

My home has changed.

If my hometown is like this, what will my own small home become?

Time has passed so long.

My parents must have grown old. Calculate the time. My mother should retire if she has a few years left.

If she was still alive, she should have worked long ago. Maybe she had already gotten married and had children, and her parents might still be helping with her grandson.

Song Yingying's imagination came to an abrupt end.

She remembered the only time she had gone home after she died.

Her mother was pregnant at that time.

She...has a younger brother or sister.

The younger brother or sister should be about the same time he died, is in junior high school, or has already been in high school...

Song Yingying subconsciously calculated the time, and with this arithmetic problem, she suddenly felt at a loss.

In addition to her old parents, and her relatives she has not met yet, how should she face them?

Li Yun saw the panic on Song Yingying's face, and couldn't help but reach out and rub the top of Song Yingying's head.

Song Yingying is his senior, but she was just a child before she died, and now she looks like a child.

If Song Yingying was still alive, she might call him uncle mischievously when she saw Li Yun, a young man.

Li Yun felt that he was now Song Yingying’s elder.

His parents died before him, and he also handled his parents' past and afterlife. In comparison, Song Yingying was indeed like a child and had never experienced these things.

At the age of fourteen, having a pimple is a big trouble than the sky. Death and going home are two real and heavy things, like a mirror, water and moon, without a sense of reality.

The experiences that Song Yingying gained in the Third Hospital after her death were just talks on paper. When it was her turn, she was at a loss.

"It's okay. We can take a look from afar first. Don't worry, Uncle Li and I are by my side." Li Yun comforted. The meaning behind the words is that when Song Yingying went crazy, he and Uncle Li would stop her from hurting her relatives.

He did not deliberately guide Song Yingying's emotions, and Song Yingying did not need such special means for the time being. But Li Yun was still worried.

Ghosts and humans are different after all.

Living people may suddenly go crazy and do extreme things, let alone ghosts.

Song Yingying took a few deep breaths, but her heartbeat had not calmed down, but she already had the courage.

She smiled at Li Yun and looked at Uncle Li again, "You must look at me."

She remembered some "farces" she saw in the obstetrics department of the hospital. The topic of second child has been renewed for a long time. Family disputes between parents and brothers and sisters are also staged in the hospital day after day, and she can always play with some new tricks. As the saying goes, "Happy families are similar, and unfortunate families have their own misfortunes."

Song Yingying imagined how she would react if she was still alive and when she heard that her mother was pregnant in junior high school, she felt a deep worry. When she returned home on the first winter solstice after her death, she could not control her emotions only when she saw her mother getting pregnant...

However, it is different now than that time. She already knows that it is not her mother who killed her.

Song Yingying kept talking to herself.

They had to transfer two more cars before they could reach the community where Song Yingying lived during his lifetime.

This one-hour drive crosses the entire southern mountain.

Song Yingying has been standing by the window. The street scene outside the window made her familiar and unfamiliar, but when she saw the towering mountain peaks, her mood gradually calmed down.

She looked at the mountain greedily.

The green mountains were occasionally blocked by iron-gray tall buildings. Song Yingying rushed through the bus and stretched her neck to find the green.

"That is Changyun Peak. The highest mountain here is more than a thousand meters. There are monkeys and deer on the mountain. When I was a child, I saw little monkeys. There is also a Taoist temple where Taoists carry shoulder poles up and down the mountain. They grow vegetables in the mountain themselves, which are delicious. After the Chinese New Year, my mother will go up the mountain to worship, which is a tradition for my grandmother. When my grandmother is older, her legs and feet are not good, so she won't go up." Song Yingying opened the conversation and talked endlessly to Li Yun, while Uncle Li introduced Changyun Peak.

The green mountains, which are not steep or high, are memories of all people in Shannan.

No matter how the city at the foot of the mountain changes, the peak it leans against is consistent.

Song Yingying talked and gradually stopped the topic.

After a while, the car turned around and the artificial steel and concrete completely blocked the outline of the mountain. Song Yingying stood by the window for a few more seconds before she honestly returned to the seats of Li Yun and Uncle Li.

"In the past, when I was writing essays, there was a metaphor. Changyun Peak was the mother's mountain in the south of the mountain, and the clouds on the top of the mountain were the mother's white hair. Even if the mother was old, it was still a mountain where the child could stand on it." Song Yingying said quietly.

This is probably a saying passed down from generation to generation in Shannan people. Song Yingying has never delved into the source of this statement. When he was writing essays in elementary school, many students used this metaphor for Changyunfeng. When talking about Changyunfeng in the news, they would also use similar descriptions.

No matter whether it is black hair or gray hair, the mother is always the mother.

Song Yingying was a little regretful.

Why did she believe that her mother killed her at that time?

How could her mother do such a thing?

She was so obsessed with such an obvious truth that she turned a blind eye.

She fled from her hometown, fled from her parents for so long... so long...

"It's here." Li Yun reminded.

Three ghosts got out of the car.

Uncle Li didn't know how to comfort Song Yingying, so he could only look at Song Yingying's lowered head with concern.

Li Yun thought of himself and did not speak, but just gave Song Yingying some time.

Song Yingying sniffed and finally raised her head.

She looked around and saw the newly painted residential building. Her eyes drifted for a while before regaining.

"It should be going here. The community gate will not be changed." Song Yingying no longer followed Li Yun, but stepped forward and became the leader.

The gate of the community has indeed not been changed, but it has been renovated, a security room has been added, a new iron door and car railing have been installed, and two more cameras have been added. Billboards have been erected at the door to promote environmental protection and charity. The green belts in the community have also been redesigned, and parking spaces have been marked on the roads in the community, and numbers have been marked one by one.

Song Yingying still remembers the small fruits she picked in the green belt when she was a child. She didn't know what kind of plant it was, but she knew the small shrub in front of her. The original small bushes were gone.

All have changed...

The tender yellow walls of residential buildings made Song Yingying unable to remember its originally dull earthy color for a moment. Many generals replaced the iron sliding windows with green window frames with white frames with steel and plastic sliding windows. Even the clothes racks installed outside the windows were completely renewed. Occasionally, two families still used rusty clothes racks, which seemed out of place in a row of shiny metal.

Song Yingying passed by the residents of the community.

She glanced at the other person and didn't recognize him.

Another resident walked by.

She stared at her for a while, but still didn't recognize her.

Song Yingying couldn't help but feel worried.

She didn't have to look at the signs at the entrance of the community. Although these buildings and greening have changed and there are many more parking spaces, she still remembers it when she should go straight and turn around.

The road that I haven't walked for many years is like the string of addresses engraved in her muscle memory. There is no need to think deeply. If you take a step, there is a force pulling her so that she won't lose her direction.

The three ghosts quickly passed by a residential activity area.

Several old men and women gathered here to chat and have activities.

Song Yingying stopped.

She suddenly became surprised, "It's grandma!"

Li Yun and Uncle Li looked at him.

There were many "grandmas" sitting there, and Li Yun did not see any eyebrows and eyes similar to Song Yingying from those "grandmas".

"Is it your grandmother?" Uncle Li guessed.

"No, no, it's a neighbor. I used to ride the cool breeze with my grandmother. At that time, I was reluctant to turn on the air conditioner in the summer." Song Yingying opened up again and said endlessly, "My parents have both employees and they don't have much time to interact with these old neighbors. During the winter and summer vacations, my grandmother came here to take me and get familiar with them. The rice dumplings made by the grandmother were very delicious and I gave our family rice dumplings every year."

She recalled the smell of her old neighbor's rice dumplings.

"My grandma's relatives in the countryside are very good at making eel fragrance. During the Chinese New Year, they will give some to grandma's house, and they will bring some to mother and some to grandma."

She also remembers the smell of the eel fragrance in her grandmother's hometown.
To be continued...